Wander into a smoky bar
Need a little break from my hours in the car
Looking for the little-girls’ room—this way
Some guy steps up, and I hear him say:

Chorus:
Your lucky day
It could be
Your lucky day
You and me
You wouldn’t want to stay
And dance with anybody else
No, no, no, no—

Turn around to see who the fool’s talking to
Taps me on the shoulder, “Yeah, Baby, it’s you,
Picked you out walking through that there door
Now your dreams are answered, won’t be looking anymore.”

Chorus:
Your lucky day
It could be
Your lucky day
You and me
You wouldn’t want to stay
And dance with anybody else
No, no, no, no—

Feel him pull me through the crowded room
I’m looking for a weapon, yeah, anything’ll do
Pulls me in close, “Hey, Baby, it’s time.
Now we’ll take a little spin, then it’s your place, or mine?”

Chorus:
Your lucky day
It could be
Your lucky day
You and me
You wouldn’t want to stay
And dance with anybody else
No, no, no, no—

Let him try to lead me through the first dance step
Yank away my hand, and I pop him in the lip
Knocks him back a little and I look him in the eye
“Hey, Baby, you’d have better luck trying with a guy!”

Your lucky day
It could be
Your lucky day
You and he
You wouldn’t want to stay
And dance with anybody else